Long live youth-Wang Meng
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
And happy flower rings, compile you.
Singing on the boat, dancing in the moonlight campus,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also heated discussions, a lively and warm heart.
In the past days, it was also a day full of reverie.
My wishes are blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent.
As long as youth is still there
I won't be sad.
Even if the night devours everything
The sun will come back.
As long as life is still there
I won't be sad.
Even if I'm stuck in the desert
There is still an oasis of hope.
As long as it is here tomorrow.
I won't be sad.
The snow in winter will melt quietly.
Spring thunder will surely roll in.
Famous motto:
The brilliance of youth, the key to ideal, the meaning of life, and even the survival and development of human beings are all contained in these two words … struggle! Only by struggling can we heal the wounds of the past; Only struggle is the hope and light of our nation. Marx
The world is yours and ours, but in the final analysis, it is yours. When you young people are full of vigor and vitality, you are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. Hope is pinned on you. Mao Zedong.
Youth is a part of the whole social force, and it is the most active and energetic force. They are the most willing to learn and the least conservative, especially in the socialist era. Mao Zedong.
Youth is the pillar of the revolution. Youth is the defender of revolutionary achievements and the force to promote historical progress and move towards a better world. -Soong Ching Ling
2. An ancient poem about youth, Kai Zi, traveled to Nanting.
Xie Lingyun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
In the evening, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the clouds go to the west.
The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.
After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs.
Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.
I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move.
Feeling sad, the stars are gray.
The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden.
When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.
Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience.
Xi Huayin
Tang Baojun emblem
Flowers on branches, flowers on people, poor color is youth.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling.
Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
3. A poem about the dream of youth written by Caesar 3344, a famous ancient poet, is specially used for examination. After Tang Meng's horseshoe disease, he saw all the Chang 'an flowers in one day.
At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal. Life is not lacking, and the flowing water in front of the door can still move westward.
(Su Dongpo's "Huanxisha Tour to Qingquan Temple") When Xie Lingyun visited the South Pavilion in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it turned into a clear night and the clouds went to the West. The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden.
After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs. Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late.
I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move. Feeling sad, the stars are gray.
The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden. When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir.
Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience. Cherish the flowers and sing the flowers on Tang Baojun's emblem branches. Flowers are teenagers.
Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling. Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing.
Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers. Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone.
In autumn, Bai Juyi was cold in the Tang Dynasty, and it was dusk. There are hibiscus flowers in the atrium, which set in the morning.
Autumn has fallen, and dusk has come. I'm sorry that I have no color, but I sigh without hesitation.
I feel this is because I missed him and talked to him. Men are always rich, and women marry later.
Only when the head is white can it succeed, and when the color is weak can it convince people. If you don't find yourself in the future, you will be as safe as youth. Send away a friend, Tang Du Mu. After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is fighting for his life.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally. Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings.
Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens. Send Li Qinggui to Li Tang, Huayangchuan, and admire Jiazi in Baiboyang. His face looks youthful.
Xia Yun died in the secret cave of the Sun and Moon. Turn your mind and cultivate your nature, and hide for a few days naive.
Not after a thousand years, back to the new city. Give the most romantic youth to-Matang Li Duan, and pay tribute to the achievements of the post-20 s.
The golden distance of cockfighting crosses the garden, and jade spurs the horse out. Xiang Xun has little pity, but Fu Fenhe Lang is puzzled.
At dusk, the flute is played on the willow tree, and passers-by give directions to Fengtai. After the Palace in March, the Tang Canal was full of water and red walls, with petite wind and Ye Xuee's makeup.
The curtain can be locked for thousands of years. The title of the play is given to two young people, Liu Tang Changqing. They have frequent children in a foreign land, and how many joys and sorrows they have.
I want to be ashamed of my white hair, and I think of my youth every time I watch a children's play. I don't know who deserves the Lord, and I don't want to be separated from others.
I'm glad I didn't get married until I was old, but my family is relatively covered with towels. Advise Tang Meng Jiao to hit rocks with fire instead of smoke.
It is unnatural to learn without learning. Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage.
Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? Gu's tears were wet and lonely, and he was dizzy in the mirror. Only recently did he cherish his youth.
Apricot blossoms and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at old photos. The title "Zhu from the Tang Dynasty in Langzhong, South Shangzhou" in the new water pavilion of Lu is the initial structure of Dan, which is the highest in the world.
The court is close to the trees in the valley, and the eaves fall down and the springs rise. Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated.
Youth is like water, when will happiness return? Witch hazel advises you not to cherish witch hazel, and to cherish your youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. Yao Shi was sent to Song Jiangdong to worry about heshuo, and sent Hailingcang to the south.
Sit and sigh at the farewell of youth, and the water is long. A song of harmony. Long song, Li Bai and Tao Li had a brilliant day, and their glory shone in that year.
The east wind moves everything, and the grass speaks the heart. Dead branches have no ugly leaves, and dry water spits out clear springs.
Heaven and earth were vigorously transported, and xi's whip did not stop. If you don't become famous early, what will Zhusi say?
Peach and plum work in youth, who can penetrate the day. Wealth and immortality are wasted into two losses.
Stones are still on sale, but the wind and frost have no long-term quality. Fear of the sunset, singing and drinking are strong.
Autumn frost suddenly invaded Liu Pu at any cost. I ordered ice and went home during the day.
Ask Dong Shangui, none of them is He Zifang. A Luoyang girl's song, Wang Wei and a Luoyang girl are across the hall, and they can only look over fifteen years old.
Her master rode his fast horse, jade bit the reins, and the maid, silver carp. Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.
Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains. Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.
He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone. When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.
Between dances, she hardly has time to sing, just sits on incense. All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.
Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? . Long songs: Li Bai, Tao Li, when the sun opens, the glory shines in that year.
The east wind moves everything, and the grass speaks the heart. Dead branches have no ugly leaves, and dry water spits out clear springs.
Heaven and earth were vigorously transported, and xi's whip did not stop. If you don't become famous early, what will Zhusi say?
Peach and plum work in youth, who can penetrate the day. Wealth and immortality are wasted into two losses.
Stones are still on sale, but the wind and frost have no long-term quality. Fear of the sunset, singing and drinking are strong.
Autumn frost suddenly invaded Liu Pu at any cost. If the landlord is satisfied, please support more! ! .
There is a modern poem "Youth", which is about youth and dreams.
_ _ _ _ samuel ullmann
Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind;
Youth is not a soft knee with rosy cheeks and red lips, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings.
Youth is the deep spring of life.
Youth pervades Changhong, courage overcomes timidity, and enterprising overcomes Gou 'an.
This spirit is born after the age of twenty, and it is more common for men in their sixties.
Getting old is not getting old, but giving up ideals will lead to getting old.
Years are long, and decline only reaches the skin; Enthusiasm gives up, decadence gives up the soul.
Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns youth to ashes.
No matter how old you are, whether you plan to be 28 or 28, you have the joy of life and the temptation of miracles in your heart, as naive as a child.
In the center of everyone's heart there is an antenna, so long as you receive messages of beauty, hope, joy, courage and strength from the sky, you will always be young.
When the aerials are down, your spirit is covered with ice and snow, and you are covered with cynicism and self-denial. Even at 20, you are old.
However, as long as you put up your antenna to catch optimistic signals, you may die young at the age of 80.
5. A poem about the dream of youth (seven-word quatrain) Youth is blue, like an endless clear sky, like a charming ocean.
Far-reaching and broad, full of fantasy.
Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland.
Full of infinite vitality and vigor.
Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun.
Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth.
Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless.
I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures.
Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming.
Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves.
Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful.
Youth is a beautiful poem and a touching song.
Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.
youth
Is the cloud still hovering in the sky?
The flower of youth bloomed without hesitation.
Someone said?
Youth petals treasured in life photo album
Maybe just?
A pair of eyes that can never be forgotten?
An exciting smile.
What am I trying to say?
Light of youth?
When Ran Ran rises, will it be bright?
The flower of youth?
Will it shine after wind, frost, rain and snow?
The process of youth?
Writing a magnificent chapter requires constant fighting.
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique demeanor.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
There are still a few kind flowers left on the lawn.
The sun is still burning warmly.
Infatuated sparrows confide their autumn worries by the dormitory.
Without you
Sitting next to the familiar teaching building
With the still sunset
see
Hand of the years
An earth wall that erodes youth
No youthful laughter.
How lonely the sky should be.
Seeing the scenery of life from a distance
Sweet and sour feeling
Quanjunlin
The brother who sleeps in the upper bunk
My old classmate.
Are you still whispering those old whispers?
The leaves of acacia trees have fallen.
My heart has been intoxicated for a long time.
On the school road shaded by Mulan
The bell rang like a flood.
Countless young students passed by.
ceaselessly
Sunshine is like language.
Moisten my affectionate eyes
Wave a hand
Farewell to Jingjing Campus
In a bitter cup full of coffee
I started looking.
The smell of sugar cubes
6. Poem about the dream of youth 1, "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"
Author: Haizi
From tomorrow on, be a happy person,
Feed horses, chop wood, travel around the world,
From tomorrow on, care about food and vegetables.
I have a house facing the sea and full of spring flowers.
Starting from tomorrow, write to every relative.
Tell them my happiness,
Happy lightning tells me.
I'll tell everyone,
Give every river and mountain a warm name,
Stranger, I wish you the same,
I wish you a bright future,
May you have a lover and everything will be fine.
May you be happy on earth,
I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.
2. "I sing for boys and girls"
Text/He Qifang
I sing for boys and girls,
I sing in the morning,
I sing hope,
I sing about things that belong to the future,
I sing about the power of growth.
My song!
You can fly,
Fly to the hearts of those young people,
Find out where you live,
Everything that makes me tremble is like grass.
Happy or beautiful thoughts,
Into sound,
Fly in all directions!
Whether it's like a breeze,
Or a piece of sunshine,
Gently from my strings,
Lost the sadness of adulthood.
I'm young again,
My blood is bleeding fast,
I am full of dreams and longing for life.
3. "This is everything"
Text/Shu Ting
Not all trees,
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds,
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true,
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams,
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything,
Just like you said!
Not all the flames,
They'll only burn themselves,
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars,
It only means darkness,
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs,
All pass by my ear,
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything,
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not all losses can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts,
You can step on the mud under your feet;
Not all the consequences,
It's all tears and blood prints, but it doesn't show joy.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
4. Blue Lantern
Text/North Island
We were young then.
Through the ruins, pines and cypresses,
We came to the edge of the cliff.
Bathed in the sunset,
Calm as water,
We looked into the distance, where clouds were floating.
Actually, I can't see anything,
The joys and sorrows of life are far away,
Looking out is a young gesture.
5. Youth
Text/Xi Murong
All the endings have been written,
All the tears came out,
But I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever,
No matter how much I pursue it,
Young you float like a cloud,
Your smiling face is very shallow,
After sunset, it gradually disappeared into the mist.
Then I opened the yellow title page,
Fate has bound it badly.
With tears in my eyes, I read and read,
But I have to admit,
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
7. Poems about youthful dreams. Poems of youth
Youth is a song.
A song that never gives up.
Youth is a kind of
A never-ending river
Youth is a book.
Never get tired of reading.
Youth is a cup.
Endless tea
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a building.
Knowledge pagoda
Sprinkle the sweat of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a thriving tree.
Stand the test of wind and rain
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
I use passionate
Heart of youth
Give yourself a gift of youth
That is a poem of youth.
8. About the power of dreams: Wang Yuelan and Xiao Ruian are ambitious and want to dig a well to be a hero.
After hard work, my wish has finally come true. A water pump costs 70 yuan and a well costs 2000 yuan.
The boy was determined to work harder and vowed to make spring boil. Perseverance touches people's hearts and stories spread well.
Donations kept coming, and word of mouth built the well. Mo Yan's youngest son is weak, and he will live up to his dreams.
Persevering in pursuit and practice, all miracles have appeared. Although the strength of one person is small, the fire of collecting firewood is high.
Everyone gives a little love and the world becomes a better place. Chapter II: The Power of Dreams Author: Yu Cen even a little starlight will light up the dark night, even if he hits a wall everywhere, he will not lose hope. Although there is no future in sight, he still insists on going to the front. What is the reason? Where does the great power come from? This is a dream from the bottom of my heart. It is a long-cherished wish that determines the ambition of a lifetime. The power of dreams is unstoppable. The power of dreams makes people as bitter as the dreams of the ancients in order to achieve the number one scholar. In order to fulfill a love dream, Liang Zhu turned into a butterfly and flew to heaven. In order to realize artistic dreams, many people drift north and chase the stars. In order to stick to a dream, many people dye their hair cream and never give up. They have the hope of success and challenge themselves. Go beyond yourself and approach your dreams step by step. After a long winter and severe cold, Buta, a former refugee, finally stood at the starting line of the Olympic Games. Tuford, a farmer, won two Olympic sculls. Natasha, a full-time sanitation worker, created the brilliant dream of karate in Britain. Dreams are flames burning in the chest. Dreams are magma surging under the crust. Dreams are a person's spiritual pillar. Dreams have developed technology. Rich Qiang Bing Part III: The Power of Dreams Author: Source Network I am so lucky in this field that I can't help thinking of this shining medal. I look forward to hanging it on my chest. This is a beautiful wish, all colors come together from all over the world. Equality is a beautiful wish. We work hard to make the world romantic at the moment. How loud the song is, we run. The fragrance of our waiting for love is everywhere, higher, faster and stronger. We continue to chase this dream palm. Sound is a gorgeous halo. We insist on clapping our hands and running all the way to create this miracle and create this paradise. We burn our dreams with flames, and our faces shine with light. The power of dreams allows brave people to bear the sunshine. Chapter Four: The Power of Dreams Author: Do you still remember your childhood dreams? I thought my dream would come true. I prayed for my dream. As time goes by, my dream depends on my dream. My childlike innocence is still there, and I had songs when I was a child. My eyes crossed the meteor sky, so my eyes were easily injured. I look at the beautiful distance with my eyes, so my eyes are always shining. This is the power of dreams. When the sky roared the wind, it ate my fragile wings. Dreams will make me brave. I thought my dream would come true. As time goes by, dreams are dreams.
Pray for your dreams, childlike innocence still exists, and hum childhood songs.